'N Sync: Weird Scenes Inside the Glitter Factory

With their second album, 'No Strings Attached,' 'N Sync cut the ties that bind and step out on their own

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The members of 'N Sync are at their very own Neverland Ranch: the 32,000-square-foot (and growing) lakeside Orlando home of their manager, Johnny Wright, which also serves as the headquarters for his company, the Wright Stuff. The living room is packed with arcade games ranging from Ms. Pac-Man to Mortal Kombat, an old-fashioned Coke machine, a pool table, foosball, two varieties of air hockey (with and without little plastic men) and a sound system bookended by six-foot speakers. Next door, a two-lane bowling alley is under construction in a wing that will also house a dance studio.

Teen-dream décor abounds: a Lucite banister lit from within, a seven-foot glass palm-tree trunk topped by a fern, a dining room dominated by a giant fish tank and a black monolithic running-water sculpture. Outdoors, a sand volleyball court awaits, along with a putting green (with sand trap), a boat and Jet Skis for lake-top frolicking, a basketball court, a tiki bar, a hot tub and a pool with a waterfall. The only thing missing is a ticket booth.

At the moment, though, these diversions are about as important to Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake, Chris Kirkpatrick, Joey Fatone Jr. and JC Chasez as extra credit is to a graduating senior. The 'N Sync-ers – who range in age from nineteen to twenty-eight  are gathered in a loose semicircle to listen to final mixes of songs from their second album, No Strings Attached. Wright cues up "Space Cowboy," a fast-paced party track with a round-'em-up refrain that goes something like, "ya-ya-yippi, yippi-i, yippi-ay." As the beat kicks in, the band members begin to gesticulate as if onstage, seeming to work out their moves for the number. Chasez, who splits lead-vocal duties with Timber-lake, fibrillates head to toe as the song kicks into the first chorus. Timberlake, meanwhile, sits and sings his lines softly as he head-bobs along. Bass leans back in a chair, his finger moving up and down as if following a bouncing little white ball. Fatone hunches over, singing to the ground, while Kirkpatrick grooves along abstractly.

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The song ends, and Wright breaks out gifts for his wonder boys: platinum and diamond 'N Sync pendants to commemorate the diamond status  10 million sold  of 'N Sync, their debut. A few hoots erupt, and a discussion of the proper chain to hold such a piece ensues. Timberlake looks at his and stands up.

"We are diamond," he says mock-righteously. "Screw all of you. I'm done. Forget this boy-band thing."

For his sake, he'd better be kidding. His next batch of time off is scheduled for sometime in 2001.

'NSync are riding high. In the past year, they won an out-of-court royalties settlement with their former management company that left them rich. They also successfully jumped labels, gaining increased creative control over their second album along the way. But they're a hungry bunch. An eye-of-the-tiger-like desire to prove oneself emanates from each one of them.

"This album is really in your face," says Chasez. He speaks deliberately, punctuating his statements with sudden volume changes and jabbing hand gestures. He is friendly but focused, clearly somebody uneasy when aimless. "Nothing is sang passively; everything is chopped and punched. You can definitely hear a Michael Jackson influence in the way the words chop off – that's the way Michael delivers a line."

"There's a little more edge to this album, a little more grit," agrees Timberlake, whose laid-back Tennessee drawl and homeboy delivery belie an attentive, guarded persona. "We're pissed off now  that's what it is. We're angry white boys who didn't get our props. No, I'm kidding  I'm kidding."

He may not be. 'N Sync were pissed off enough to take legal action against Trans Continental Management, the Learjet/Chippendales dancers/boy-band empire of Orlando entrepreneur Lou Pearlman, who, like a pudgy Keebler elf, has churned out boy bands like so many Fudge Stripes Cookies. To date, he's brought the world the Backstreet Boys, LFO, C-Note and Phoenix Stone, and he's grossed more than $2 billion  enough to refinance a small nation. Convinced they weren't seeing their share of the profits, 'N Sync announced they were leaving Trans Con and RCA. Pearlman responded with a $150 million lawsuit; 'N Sync counter-sued for $25 million. The two parties settled out of court. Then the band left RCA, in spite of the fact that it owed the label one more album.

The group recorded much of No Strings without a record deal, making its own calls on producers and songwriters. "We hired the people we wanted to hire," Chasez says. "This is our record. The record company didn't send anyone to us. It was a sticky situation. A lot of creative people we approached didn't want to work with us. We didn't have a contract saying that any of these songs would make it on the album when we did get a new deal. So the people who worked with us were straight up about the music. And that was amazing."

"I think we really made history," says Timberlake. "You know, the only other group I can think of that jumped to another record company was Boston. And they did it, like, a long time ago. But that's the music business  I love the music, and I hate the business. I don't want this whole thing to seem dark, but we learned how people can take advantage of you."

Other bands have jumped labels besides Boston, but never mind  'N Sync are now on Jive Records, home of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears, and, according to Chasez, they're ready to boldly go where no boy pop has gone before. "What makes us special is that we sing love songs, but we throw people off guard because we're in your face. So many boy bands just sing about meeting the coolest girl, but to me, that's not the way to go, man. Tell a real story. Don't just be a dude in a club picking up chicks."

"There are a lot of digital, electrotype sounds on our new record," says Timberlake. "And, on the other hand, the ballads are so milky and deep. It's really incredible how we can go from that to that  you know what I mean?"

Checking the ingredients  five twentyish boys, canned pop beats, love songs 'N Sync seem no different from Backstreet, 98 Degrees, 5ive and the rest. But they are. Though the boy-band haters out there would never admit it, 'N Sync tap into some of the same teen angst and psychosexual anxiety at the heart of much darker stuff, like teen horror movies and grunge. Their songs, like their labelmate Spears', aren't just sappy, lovelorn ballads, they're sappy, lovelorn ballads brimming with the pent-up tension of teenhood: the urgency of unfulfilled, misunderstood desires, burbling hormones and unbearable, overwhelming feelings. "I lay awake, I drive myself crazy," they sing sweetly, "wanting you the way that I do." And even worse: "It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you/But when we are apart, I feel it, too." (They also cover Christopher Cross' megamellow Eighties hit "Sailing," lest you think they're totally heavy.)

In the video for "Drive Myself Crazy," the fellas croon in an insane asylum and, in one scene, Chasez coos desperately in a straitjacket. (Help him! Somebody help him!) Their new clip, for the aggro breakup song "Bye, Bye, Bye," is a mini action flick, featuring the members running atop a train and negotiating a high-speed car chase as they flee the video's villain - gorgeous Guess? model Kim Smith.

"We're running from her because we're stupid," says Chasez with a chuckle. "No, she's the villain. It's a shame that she's evil on the inside and good-looking on the outside. That's just the way it is  somebody can be beautiful on the outside, but if they're not right on the inside, you don't need it. But we did say to each other, 'Wait a minute, we're running, from her? We've got to change this concept.' "

"It was fun," says the seventeen-year-old Smith. "I had seen videos for 98 Degrees and all those people, and there's always girls rolling on the beach with them. Then I get there and the band is nowhere near me  they're just running away the whole time. I'm chasing them and laughing at them about breaking their hearts and controlling them." Help them! Somebody help them!

There are shelves of books on 'N Sync, some suited for the fiction rack, but all agree on one thing: Twenty-eight-year-old Chris Kirkpatrick got the group together. He grew up poor with his four younger half-sisters and his mother in Clarion, Pennsylvania (his father died when he was young). His mother remarried a few times, working odd jobs as a maid and in a flower shop to make ends meet. The family moved often, and by the time he was in seventh grade, Kirkpatrick had attended almost as many schools. He found his niche in musical theater, landing the lead in a high school production of Oliver! when he was still in junior high. "My voice hadn't changed yet," he says. "Not that it would have mattered. It didn't change until I was a senior in high school - and it didn't change much." (His speaking voice is lower than its singing counterpart, but he still sounds like he's fourteen.) Kirkpatrick eventually moved to Orlando to attend college, where he took choir with Howie Dorough of the Backstreet Boys, worked in shows at Universal Studios and sang in a Boyz II Men-esque quintet that fizzled when one member left to join an early version of Backstreet. In 1995, Kirkpatrick began to look for voices to fill out a new group.

He found Justin Timberlake through an agent. Timberlake was born nineteen years ago in Memphis and knew he'd be a singer from the time he was eight. He'd sing in his Baptist church, in his mother's car, anywhere with an audience. "It just always felt natural to me," he says. His mother, Lynn, encouraged him with voice lessons and let him try his skills on Star Search. "He just loved to be onstage," she says. "He wanted to sing all the time. After he auditioned at the mall for Star Search, we went down to Orlando for the show, and that's where he heard about the Mouse Club." At twelve, he was chosen for The Mickey Mouse Club. The Disney Channel variety show lasted five seasons and featured no fewer than five future teen stars: Justin, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Felicity's Keri Russell and Timberlake's future Sync mate Chasez. "I was a little punkass," Timberlake recalls. "But I really started to find myself there. It was a good experience. After that, I went back to school for a year and got into trouble – mailbox bashing and just being a delinquent. I'm just glad I didn't have to go to regular high school. I would have gotten arrested by now. I was kind of like Ferris Bueller."

When Kirkpatrick contacted him, Timberlake had been recording demos and writing songs with Chasez. Chasez was born and raised in Maryland. He is the oldest of three children, and his parents have been married for twenty-five years. When he was young, his father was drafted, both to pitch for the Kansas City Royals and to serve his country in Vietnam. Uncle Sam won the bidding war, and Chasez's father never played in the majors. Papa Chasez now works in computers, and JC's mother edits an international-trade magazine, and, unbeknownst to them, they trained JC for a life on the road. "Every summer we used to caravan wherever for a few weeks," the twenty-two-year-old Chasez says, smiling. "We'd just pick a direction and go. We'd spend days in the car, playing games and seeing weird sights. I've seen every state on the continent from the car. I've seen the World's Largest Ball of Twine, the Largest Rubber Band Ball, the Largest Bee Farm  I've seen 'em all, dude."

In the seventh grade, Chasez entered a talent contest on a dare and sang Richard Marx's "Right Here Waiting for You" (an isn't-it-ironic fact: Marx wrote and produced a song on No Strings Attached). "I won first place, twenty dollars from my friend Casey, and had all these girls start calling me," Chasez says. "I was like, 'Are you kidding? I'm going to keep doing this!' " Two weeks later, he made the cut for The Mickey Mouse Club.

"JC was the cool older guy, and Justin wanted to be just like him," Christina Aguilera recalls. "He was very goofy back then - now he's the serious one. One time he ticked me off so much. I went into the dance trailer and was being the biggest pain  just a childish eleven-year-old  and he turned to me and said, 'Go play with your Barbie dolls.' I was so mad. We all arrived there as dorks, but we all grew up."

"We all knew everyone there was talented, but we all could have gone back into regular lives," Chasez says. "I knew Britney and Christina would blow up: Britney was like a little Janet Jackson, and Christina was like a little Celine Dion." Chasez left the Club at seventeen and headed to L.A. to pursue music. "I got hooked up with some slimy people and got burned bad," he says flatly. "Finally I got in my car and left." He stopped over at Timberlake's house in Memphis, and before he knew it the two were staying with a friend in Nashville, recording demos and writing songs. A month later, Chasez was back home, working his first waiter job at a strip mall and saving money for his next recording trip to Nashville, when Timberlake and Kirkpatrick snagged him for the band.

The three moved to Orlando, scoured the town for a baritone and found one on Seventies night at the club Pleasure Island: Brooklyn-bred Joey Fatone Jr. When he was thirteen, Fatone's family moved to Florida, where he discovered extracurricular activities. "I went to Catholic school in Brooklyn," he says, rolling out his sentences with a New Yawk inflection. "They didn't have any extracurricular activities. I mean nothin'. So when I got to high school here, I started doing plays, acting, dancing, everything." His father, who sang in a Fifties doo-wop outfit called the Orions, encouraged his son. Fatone was soon on the Disney-Universal Studios show circuit, where he met Kirkpatrick. "I did characters  you know, Pluto," says the twenty-three-year-old. "I moved to Universal after high school, and Chris sang in one of the places over there." Fatone was in, but the group still needed a bass.

They started rehearsing with a guy named Jason, but when he couldn't quite cut the mustard, Timberlake phoned his vocal coach back in Tennessee for a recommendation and found Lance Bass (pronounced like the fish) of Clinton, Mississippi. Bass, every bit the congenial Southern gentleman, was well prepared. "I started singing in church," the twenty-year-old says in his deep, resonant voice. "My best friends and I were in a group called the Showstoppers that traveled all around the state, singing songs by Mississippi artists." The former jock ("Now I can't play anything worth a crap") was ecstatic to get the call from Timberlake and hopped a plane to Orlando for the tryout. "I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to do something like this," he says. "The opportunity is just not there in Mississippi."

Bass became the new bass, but there were moniker troubles. The group name had been coined by Timberlake's mother when Jason was still in the group. She came up with 'N Sync  her description of their singing  using the last letter of each member's first name. So for promotion's sake, Lance became Lansten. With the lineup set, the group pulled in favors from former Mouse Club engineers to record a demo. They landed a deal in Germany, spent a year in Europe and Asia  and the rest is shrieking-fan-laden, diamond-studded history.

'N Sync sweated out the last year waiting for their strings to be cut and their record to be released, but right now they've put the album on hold for one man: She'kspere, the Grammy-nominated producer responsible for TLC's "No Scrubs" and Destiny's Child's "Bills Bills Bills." At Jive's suggestion, the band has hit the studio to record one last song, "It Makes Me Ill," an uptempo rant about an ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, which will replace a ballad. Sample "ill" lyric: "His style is wack/Clothes are bad/C' mon, girl/Let him go/Want you back!"

On a sunny and humid Orlando afternoon, She'kspere sits at the mixing board in Pare Studios, looking like Puff Daddy's doppelgänger, complete with small, dark shades, black sweat clothes and a large platinum cross. All of the boys will show up today and well into tomorrow to finish their vocals, after which Chasez and Timberlake will work with She'kspere and the engineers until 5 or 6 A.M. on the final mix of the track.

First up in the vocal booth is Chris Kirkpatrick. He's wearing a red Fubu T-shirt and a floppy black hat, and he's gargling some tea in hopes of soothing a hard-partying weekend's worth of gravelly throat. It's not helping. On his first take, the fella responsible for the helium-high parts of 'N Sync's five-part harmony sounds like a chipmunk with the flu.

"That was so good," She'kspere chides, "that I think we'll erase it."

Eventually, Kirkpatrick nails a passable take and finishes off with a big belch that resounds in the control room. "Is that all I'm doin'?" he asks incredulously, throwing down the headphones and then giving everyone a just-shittin'-ya grin as he leaves. A few clicks of the mouse later, Kirkpatrick's voice comes back through the speakers doubled and digitally sweetened. It's smoother and stronger, and She'kspere is satisfied.

Timberlake comes into the control room, and She'kspere plays the mix for him. He begins to sing along beautifully with the blasting backing track, ad-libbing and moving in time with Chasez, who jumps around jerkily behind him. Fatone is across the room, asleep on a couch. "Let's go," the producer says. Timberlake heads into the recording booth. The engineer adds a vocoder sound to the microphone.

"Wait a minute," Timberlake says. "Do you be-leeive in life after love?" he belts, perfectly imitating Cher. "Did you like that?"

He improvises fluidly over the melodies, and the take goes well. "I can give it a little more Michael if you want," he tells She'kspere. "A little more 'ehh' at the end."

"It's hot like it is; it's gravy," the producer replies.

They play back the song's breakdown, which requires Timberlake to break down, calling to an ex-girlfriend, "Come back to me!" "Do that line real, real high," She'kspere says. "The little girls love that shit." He imitates a screaming crowd.

Timberlake wails through it like a pro, pulling out heartbroken emotion as if it's attached to the long Tommy Boy key ring hanging from his pocket.

"That was tight!" the producer hollers. "It don't need any more, any less."

Afterward, Timberlake needs some air. He heads out to his new BMW M Roadster, a purple-blue two-seat convertible that looks like it's moving even while parked. "I got a ticket last night at 2 A.M. after being at the studio," he says as we turn out of the lot. "I was doing eighty in a fifty, but no one was around. Hold on." He nails the pedal to the floor, and the car leaps to sixty miles an hour before the word on has left his mouth. He slows down only when the taillights of a car up ahead begin to fly toward the windshield. "I think there's a sense of reality that surrounds us," he says. "We don't try to make ourselves do cute, we just are who we are. We're boys. We burp and fart, just like boys."

Most other boys don't have the same toys, however. The Beemer is Timberlake's second car – his first was a Mercedes jeep. Fatone has a new black Cadillac truck and a house full of Superman memorabilia, a hobby he picked up because he liked the Superman insignia. He, Kirkpatrick, Fatone and Timberlake have also all built or bought houses in Orlando this year. "My living room is all white, like something from that Lauryn Hill video for 'Ex-Factor,' "Timberlake says. "There's a white grand piano, a white couch and a tapestry of knights on horses, and I have this beautiful acrylic statue of a nude man and woman that my friend got me. It's a beautiful piece: You shine a light on it and it shines right through. I've got a game room that we call the Jimmy Buffett room, because it's Orlando tropical, and I have a country kitchen to remind me of where I grew up. The bedroom is a whole safari motif, with a Japanese screen and a big sleigh bed."

Don't worry, they haven't spent it all. Most of the boys in the band have also started business ventures. Bass founded Freelance Management to develop country-music artists. "Country is something totally different that I had no clue about," he says. "My mom's involved, and my sister is an artist rep. It's nice to have your family involved with your business." Timberlake started the nonprofit Justin Timberlake Foundation to aid music and arts education in public schools. "I grew up in the boondocks, and there just wasn't a good musical program at school," he says. "I've thought about it a little bit – this and the whole Columbine incident. Music is another way for young minds and young bodies to express themselves, to find a way to get all those negative thoughts and energies out." Timberlake's mother, who left her job to manage her son back in his Mouse Club days, has founded a management company and developed a girl group, Innosense. "Our company is called Just in Time Entertainment, named after Justin," she says in a strong Southern accent. "I am so fascinated by the business – you get sucked in being around all that creativity, you know? After helping the boys, I was like, 'I can do this; this is my thing!' "

Chasez has been producing tracks for another all-girl group, Wild Orchid, while Kirkpatrick has started a music production/fashion line called Fuman Skeeto. "The name came up as a joke one night, real late," he says. "I was with a buddy, and one of the braids I used to wear had been cut off and had fallen by a big dead mosquito. It looked like it had a Fu Manchu mustache, so I called it a Fuman Skeeto. And the whole thing went from there." Kirkpatrick is currently producing Canadian singer-songwriter Ron Irrazary.

All of these grounding gestures are a response to the giddy effects of sudden fame. "It's been a little tough," Timberlake says. "There's definitely been times when I was totally depressed. But, you know, my spirituality helped me through that. I just feel like there's two of me: the public-eye me and the guy-who-brushes-his-teeth-twice-a-day me. They're getting along all right now. Sometimes brush-his-teeth doesn't get enough attention, but it's worth it."

"It's funny," Bass says about being on the other side of the fame fence. "You realize what hard work it is and that it's not glamorous. It's like going to Disney World, going into the tunnels and seeing Cinderella smoking a cigarette. The whole magic is gone."

There are also the tabloids to contend with, as if the minds of to million inquiring fans weren't enough. But this is a group of young men who claim to engage in relatively clean fun. "We don't hide anything," says Bass. "We'll go out and have a glass of wine at dinner – you know, whoa. We do have a responsibility to try to be morally correct. I'm not going to say we're perfect, but we don't do cocaine or go, like, 'Hey, let's shoot up.' But if we want to go to a club until five in the morning, we don't care who knows about it, because in the end we answer to our families. My mom still has control over me, and she knows it. She'll ground me on the road if she reads about me getting into trouble."

"You don't want to say or do too much," says Fatone, who is the boy most likely to be spotted by the gossips while clubbin' it up all night. "You know, it's like breaking the fans' hearts if there's something out there that they don't know about and might get upset about."

At present, Kirkpatrick is the only member whose relationship with his girlfriend (now in its second year) survived 'N Sync's liftoff. Bass' nine-month stint dating actress Danielle Fishel, better known as Boy Meets World's Topanga, didn't stand a chance.

"It was so impossible," he sighs. "We never saw each other because of our schedules, but we tried to make it last. It's hard when you're both in the spot light. She came home with me to Mis sissippi, and we went Christmas shopping  we got so mobbed, we stayed maybe ten minutes." Bass figures he will be able to date seriously again in about ten years' time.

Timberlake is another story  he has been linked repeatedly to Britney Spears. Is it true, Justin? "Britney's a good friend of mine; I've known her since I was twelve," he says. Yeah, but is it true? "I don't like to comment on my personal life anymore. Everything gets blown out of proportion. I've been in the tabloids, and I don't enjoy it." Well, who would? But is it true? "If I do decide to have a personal relationship with someone, I think it's best to keep it that  personal."

Trends change, fans grow, and the pop stars of yesterday end up on VH1's Where Are They Now? But the members of 'N Sync have been pursuing further preventive measures, mainly acting. Bass has already made his debut, on the Christian family drama 7th Heaven, where he also logged his first screen kiss. "It was easier than I thought it would be, considering there's, like, fifty people staring at you," he says. "Except that you can't use your tongue. We had to do the scene, like, ten times, so you slip it in there sometimes out of habit. That really was the hardest part."

Two movies are in the works for the boys: One is a big-screen rendition of Sid and Marty Kroft's Bugaloos, and the other is a comedy in development by Tom Hanks' company, Playtone. 'N Sync are not worried about becom ing next year's Vanilla Ice. "Luckily, people like what we're doing," Chasez says. "The thing that makes us special is, we don't care about what's hot and what's not  a lot of groups do. We will prove ourselves by being consistent – like Madonna. The only way she disproved the ridicule she got when she came out was to be consistent."

"I think the next couple of years will separate the boys from the men," Timberlake says, then chuckles at his pun. "What worries me is the oversaturation of the market."

"This group has a work ethic like I've never seen," says its manager, Johnny Wright, who has worked with New Kids on the Block and Backstreet Boys. "Usually at their level, they start saying, 'You're working me to death. I need more time to spend my money, more time to spend with my girl.' It's not like that with them. And as long as they want to work, I'm with them."

Former New Kid Joey Mclntyre agrees. "All of the new groups aren't doing anything different than we were," he says. "But 'N Sync is my favorite. I look in their eyes and I see that they're at the point where they've got the world by the balls and they're having a good time. It's all about hanging onto that and seeing if you can. I actually think they can transcend the whole boy-band thing."

If 'N Sync disappear tomorrow, there is one thing that won't change: the glass-shattering cries of female teen fan-dom. "Is there some gene or something that makes the girls go crazy?" Bass wonders. "I asked Britney about it one day, and she said her girl fans go much more crazy than the guys. I ask fans all the time, 'Why do you just go berserk?' It's overwhelming, you know?"

Not as much as it is for them. "The hysteria is a particular way for girls to express their pleasure," says George Washington University professor Gayle Wald, author of Just a Girl?. "They are responding to boys who are offering themselves as sexually desirable and visually pleasurable objects of consumption. It produces a girlish masculinity that allows girl fans to negotiate their own gender identification."

The reality for the objects of this awakening, however, is nothing less than mortally worrisome. "It's hard to meet somebody, especially dating-wise," Bass says. "You see screaming fans every day; you start to look at everyone you meet as a fan. The first thing that goes through your mind is, 'Is she a freak?' "

"We have girls that drive twelve, thirteen hours to follow us," Fatone says. "Those are die-hards. They'll pay, like, $700 for a ticket if they have to. One of our guards once asked them why they did it, and they said, 'Everyone needs a hobby.' " Fatone says his biggest fans tend to be the mothers. "I don't know, maybe it's the facial-hair thing. It's not that I'm mature  I'm probably the most immature. But I'd rather have that. Can't be dating no twelve-year-old. That's jailbait."

"These girls are just bawling," says Lynn Timberlake. "They freak out, and we kinda laugh at it. It's strange sometimes  it's a little stranger when it's the boys screaming. But you know, those kind of boys buy a lot of records. They appreciate good music  what can I say?"

Todd Dukes has seen it all. The mountainous man worked security for New Kids back in the day and for Backstreet for the last three years; he now heads up the 'N Sync guards. "It can be nuts," he says. "U.S. fans are buck wild, but it's worse in Europe and worse than that in the Spanish-speaking countries. Over there, they know what hotel we're in before I do." Dukes organizes the fans for autograph signings, but often that's not enough: "The parents are generally a problem. They won't take no for an answer, and an autograph is never enough. They want them to come to dinner." Dukes has heard all types of sob stories at the door to aftershow meet-and-greets. "If the story is good – like if the kid's sick  I'll get them in, but usually there's already too many people inside. No one offers us sexual favors, which is good, because they're kind of young. But I did have a girl offer me her mother for a set of tickets." He chuckles. "Mom was cute, but I can't do that."

The phenomena of these not-exactly-macho guys engaging in anti-macho activities and being rewarded with the adoration of a zillion nubile women pre dictably wins them plenty of enemies among the dudes. "There is an anxiety among the detractors on the Internet," says Wald, "in regard to whether these boy bands are masculine enough  are they 'queer,' both in the sense of being gay and also in being off in their masculinity. Their lyrics are not overtly sexual like some of the R&B singers' are, and the fact that they don't play instruments is an issue as well. They're really not bands per se, they're boys doing things with their hands. The musical denigration of the boy groups intersects with a sense that what girls like is dismissible. It devalues girls' pleasure."

All this lofty academic talk isn't lost on Timberlake. "It might be better if it wasn't such a spectacle," he says quiet ly about the überglitzy, Mission Impossible-esque stage show that the group will soon undertake. "Maybe people would respect it more."

"To me," says Chasez when the respect issue comes up, "good music is good music, and somebody will buy it. When our fans go off to college, I don't think they'll have our posters on the wall, but that's not to say they won't like our music. We'll be older, too, and talking about different things. Grunge was mad in six years ago, but Pearl Jam is still making and selling records." He shifts restlessly and reflects for a second before offering up the pop star's eternal prayer: "You know, the good groups stick around, and the other stuff fades away."

This story is from the March 30th, 2000 issue of Rolling Stone. 

From The Archives Issue 837: March 30, 2000